Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Fetishes

In between thoughts I find myself looking over at my guy, as usual. I am enjoying the fact that he is sitting there near me, relaxed, at times chuckling, thoroughly occupied in his readings and writings.

photo source
This is not my guy, he's too shy to
have his photo posted to my blog.
So I thought I'd offer some eye candy
that would replace a fetish of mine
for a possible fetish of yours. ;)

This evening, nearing night, dark out, yes, but not quite ten, I am noting that he is wearing an interesting pair of reading glasses. He has had to wear them (reading glasses) more and more often as of late. He has brought home many a pair over the last few months, though I do believe these are my favorites. They have no rim. The handles are chrome/black, and they don't quite fit over his ears. It is not that they are too small, it is because he has the nose piece set down a bit so that they rest partially down his nose, a stripe of reflected light crossing his cheek.

I've come to like the look of my guy in glasses. Truth be told I have always liked it. There is something about it, like the something that fascinates me about the lines that crawl and transform themselves on the sides of his eyes. They are filled with the telling of so many things that brought smiles, the need to block too much sun or smoke from the tilt of his cigarettes, and the squint in hopes of seeing what lies on a page or a screen a bit better. The same lines that brought on my dear's need for reading glasses.

Sometimes these lines are impatient, crowd eachother, or smooth themselves to sleep. Always, they appeal to me. I find that they, like the reading glasses are two fetishes of mine; and a new wonder now comes to mind. How many other fetishes might I have that remain to be acknowledged and dreampt upon?